The Burden of Diabetes (4) – Travel Pains

by Fortune Mosseri,

I hope you’ve all been enjoying my past posts on the burdens of living with Type 1 diabetes. This is my fourth post, about something some of us are nervous about, and even scared of — Traveling with diabetes (or even traveling with a diabetic).
Traveling is stressful enough as it is, but having to worry about having enough supplies, making sure they’re properly stored, and making sure everything can get on the plane can really add to that stress. Even if you’re just going on a day trip you have to make sure you have: a big enough bag to carry all your supplies, enough insulin, strips, syringes, lancets and sweets for the day, ice to keep everything cold enough (and making sure the ice doesn’t melt all over you and your stuff), back up supplies, back up supplies for your backup supplies, oh, and you also need the basics for the day (sunscreen, water, clothes, etc.)

If you’re on an airplane you’re constantly worrying about where your insulin is and if it’s cold enough or properly stored or even still in one piece (forget about even if you have enough!) Also, carrying that super big and heavy bag around is not good for you or your stylish vacation look.
You have to always make sure you have double the amount of supplies you think you would need, at least. This past January I went to Aruba with a few friends, I didn’t go with my parents but they helped me pack all my supplies for the trip, I packed enough supplies to last me a month, I was going for a week. The day before my flight was scheduled to fly home I got an email that my flight was cancelled. The first thing I checked was my supplies, I was only stuck in Aruba for an extra three days but I had enough supplies to last me for another two weeks. Another situation I found myself in was when I was in about 9th grade, I live in New York and went to New Jersey for the weekend to sleep by my friends house. It’s about a 2 hour drive, without heavy traffic. All of Friday and Saturday we were snacking and talking, on Friday night I realized I was over 600 and no matter how much insulin I took, my number wouldn’t go lower. It took me another day to realize my insulin went bad, I had another insulin stored in another place that was thankfully kept cold enough to stay good.

Traveling with diabetes is not easy, there’s no doubt about it, but traveling in general isn’t easy so don’t let having to pack a few extra bags stop you from seeing the world.